Collection of short poems from social media....

My life is largely full of spectres
Not fully there, not fully gone
Bless those who can reach beyond themselves
To shake the infinite hand
So distant from the human condition
So distant from these ugly words

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Somewhere over the rainbow... there are more rainbows. "When all is said and done" is my favorite euphamism for death. "To make a long story short" sounds like a movie adaptation. Freedom isn't free, OK, but what degree of freedom are we talkin' 'ere? I want to know the purity of this freedom first before I start drillin'. Familiarity breeds contempt without distraction and drugg'ed persistence. The pen is mightier than the sword until it comes to stabbing. In the end, there was a period.

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I intended to write something of worth when I wrote this sentence, but a sense of self doubt put hands at my throat. I intended to write something of worth when worth slipped out of it's bodice and toupee, showing me it's cold naked all-you-can-eat buffet.

I sit in bed typing this prosetry on my "remedial phone." Jazz bass slinks out of 89.1 fm Eastern Michigan University radio/alarmed clock. A swinging rhythm and bass dragonspiel with Coltraine and Miles. I lay in bed and write something of worth (less -ness and more essence.)

My best friend is a tiny gray tabby- pretty lil Samsonite aka Princess Grandpa. We lay on crimson sheets. We frequent windows. We just want to eat and be petted at our own discretion. We intend to write no history. We eat Dave Brubeck keys turning in a heart's peep. We keep coming back for more... of the same... dopamine, man. Dope, I mean fly feeling Sam I Am Because I Think I Am. I do not intend to land... man.

I will see you up top... or at the drop... and will venture out in concentric circles. I put stock in these words mocking locking meaning up. I put up with the downpour of drizzle intellect trying not to mistake meat with math. I remember you in stride- keep me open, love!

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Show me your efforts. Don't show me yr speech. Show me acts of devotion and not just yr preach. Reach out and touch my sleeve. Gently, for there's a heart that falls apart when u leave.

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Core life opens up to you
Only through you, ripens truth
To sweet fruit angel juice
Sewn, we, to you, all, noosed
From birth till swing dance
Keep a shuffling up-
Kissing hands

Orchards of time
Orchards of man...

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Only so much time in this linear model
Allowed each he & she
Only enough time to think great thoughts
Or borrow forever funeral garb
The gods and godesses grant yr every want
Only enough time to think great thoughts
Or nothing beautifully at all
Singing silence
No time for self imprisonment
That quiet corner time or drooling glare
No time for a tool
That will do my thinking for me
Technolgy makes distance an abstract
There be only time
For three... six... & nine...

Afterall YOU are the authority

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My pretext is context
My left shoe has gone to tie one off
My sextet is tonally textual
Yes, that is #
(Read hashtag)
"#1" is done time past swallowed up out pissed
#thetimestheyareachangin'
#nascentmisinformationage
#nospaces4ever
My pretext is context
My right shoe has left to write piss poor poems
My exigent existential etch-a-sketch
My oh my my
Tra-la tra-lee
Fetch a bye bye tree
The cradle will fall
The bough'll break
The bowels shake
Felled in a bye bye tree
Baby and all everything to be...

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Brotherhood sisterhood neighborhood stood
Together in weather like hell or high water, would
You become brother with sister and wonder? Could
Love be drew, colored true blue and still be oooh good to you?
Do you blow true blue?
Do you feel oh so you?
Nobody knows no booty
No truepenny fool
Knows how much cool
A man needs to snare a goddess glare
It's like wrestling with tenuous, serpentine air
Or wrestling a rule...

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They're building things
Gilding things
Killing things in gold
Dying folks in old rebellion
Lying thick for slick Daddy Sold!

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When it bores, it pains

To birds with wan stone

The poop is in the pudding

Eat, drink, beam eerie

I, doughnut, halve a dog in this fight

Living, let's dye

Live, it's like a box of chalk, lit

Early tube head, Earl, he tour eyes

I'll, of you all